Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jeff Lynne to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Index,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.